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Kamal’s Korner is where you can sit back with chocolate coated biscuits wearing your fabulous footwear and have a laugh. I’ll also share recipes with you and tell you exactly what I think of just about anything and everything. Movie reviews include new flicks and classics and my dramatic opinions on Indian TV serials will also pop up once in a while. All this while I enjoy my addiction to chocolates.

There’s also quick and easy recipes, book reviews and sometimes I’ll even talk about the gadgets I use and I don’t mean the microwave or toaster. Mostly light-hearted but serious once in a while.

I hope you in good spirits today and that this email finds you in great health.

My name is Tutti (from Namibia) and I came across your blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay so reason for writing – my boyfriend (an extremely proud Kenyan) is under taking a project whereby he’s doing a survey on the next Kenyan presidential elections in 2012.
He’s come up with a survey, which would take about 2minutes (really!!) of your time to complete – Super quick!!
It’s short & sassy :o)

Where you come in – well, am guessing you are in the age bracket to do loads of things legally (wink!) and I’d appreciate it sooooo much if you could help me help him achieve his goal.

Survey – well, name speaks for itself….it’s based on your thoughts on the 2012 presidential elections, plus there’s a female in the running too (please give your thoughts on this).

Okay, enough said…please please please check it out, complete and I’d love it even more if you could pass it on to more people (only people who live in Kenya & over 18) …loving the masses….(NB: we trying to reach 100 000 – ambitious much!)

My sister sent me your artical about how a daughter inlaw has to adjust to life as a married woman. It was a fantastic read I tell you. You write it exactly how it is. As an Indian daughter inlaw myself, I totally agree with your views. I was introduced to my husband through family, the Bachola reassuring my parents that the boy was from a fantastic family and had an excellent upbringing and most of all, how the boy’s parents were so down to earth, modern and flexible. Well, two weeks into the marriage all became clear. The father inlaw was a bully and wanted to change my identity completely, my mother inlaw wanted me to dress like a Christmas tree everyday, be controlled by her and be in keeping with stereotypical traditional values. My husband? Well, he expected me to stay quiet like him and do it his mum and dad’s way. For years I went through many ups and downs, depression took the better of me for nearly 2 years until I snapped and walked out of the relationship. My parents were blamed, that they interfered too much and weren’t letting me breathe. My inlaws asked my parents to leave me alone. That was the last time my parents would come to the house happy. That haunting meeting my inlaws called to their house was the start of an abyss of destruction. As the years went on, my family wouldn’t come around yet I watched my inlaws being hypocritical as they kept their daughters close in the palms of their hands. My inlaws were free to go around to their daughters houses every week and have them around ours but I wasn’t allowed to have my family around. In the end I have up because there would be so many arguments about my family. And my husband? Just stayed quiet. The daughters of the house came round everyday (still do) with their children. But me? When I wanted to go home to see my parents, all of a sudden something in the house needed to be done or visitors all of a sudden were coming around. My husband? Just stayed quiet. Life as an Indian married woman is difficult when you live with your inlaws. It really is hard and as an Indian woman you go through so many hurdles in life. When your husband isn’t supporting you and your inlaws are always against you (with the sister inlaws ridiculing and taking the constant mickey) gets extremely tiring. But-all this -ALL of this has made me strong. I stand so strong now that they can’t get to me no more. My inlaw’s and sister inlaws label me as the wicked evil one. But me? I know what is true. That bullies like my inlaws and troublemakers like my sister inlaws made me like this. My Kenyan mother inlaw will always make me feel low, stupid and pathetic because my roots come from the Punjab. But secretly, I have the upper hand because our desi roots are made from much thicker blood. Materialism doesn’t matter to us. Our Waheguru is our everything and He gets us through hard times. I see now that what my inlaws did with me, happens now to my sister inlaws. My inlaws will cry and be upset at how their daughters are being treated. My husband is there to listen to them too. Me? Now I stay quiet. What goes around, most definitively comes around …